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Straight Roommate

 

Copyright © November 2013, Mandy
Harbin

Cover art by JTLW Design © November
2013

Stock Photography from
Fotolia

 

Published by Penning Princess
Publishing at Smashwords

 

Penning Princess Publishing

Maumelle, AR 72113

www.penningprincess.com

 

ISBN:
978-0-9882130-9-8

Smashwords Edition, License Notes

No part of this e-book may be
reproduced or shared by any electronic or mechanical means,
including but not limited to printing, file sharing, and e-mail,
without prior written permission from Penning Princess Publishing
or Mandy Harbin.

 

 

Table of Contents

 

Chapter One

Chapter Two

 

Slick Competition - Chapter
One

Slick Competition - Chapter
Two

Slick Competition - Chapter
Three

Dedication

 

To my non-straight
roommates.

 

 

 

Chapter One


You want me to
what?”
Mitchell gaped at
his roommate, Landon, certain he hadn’t heard correctly. His brain
was mush from all the studying he’d been doing the last two weeks
preparing for his chemistry midterm exam. He couldn’t afford to
fail it, so things like sleeping and eating had taken a backseat to
his goal. Now his brain was unable to process words, make out
sentences. No way did he hear what he thought he just
heard.

Landon chuckled as he stumbled into the
room, obviously enjoying the aftereffects of the frat party. He
smiled as he made his way to his side of the room, shucking his
jacket and kicking off his shoes while he walked. Mitchell turned
back to his laptop and the small sample he was testing. His heart
was racing and he couldn’t make out the words before him, but at
least he wasn’t making eye contact with his too-hot roommate,
hearing erroneous things coming out of his supple mouth.

Mitchell jumped in his seat when he felt
Landon’s hands on his shoulders. How the hell did Landon get so
close to him, and he not know it? He watched, frozen, as Landon
leaned over him to pick up the sample he’d been trying to test.


This it?” he asked
softly.

Mitchell swallowed, his nod
jerky. He wanted to reach out and take his sample back, but he
couldn’t move. He didn’t make it a practice to let other people
handle it. It was his, dammit. But his lack of nutrition and
shuteye of late had rendered him incapacitated.
Yeah, that was it.

Landon gave Mitchell’s chair a gentle push,
turning him around to face the other man. Only with him sitting,
they weren’t exactly eye-level. Oh no, now Mitchell was staring
straight at Landon’s crotch.

And his obvious erection.

Mitchell bit his lip to keep from
moaning—been a long time since he’d seen another man’s hard
cock—and forced his gaze upward, ignoring his own growing
penis.

The basketball star reached out and almost
touched his cheek before Mitchell’s wits came back. He grabbed the
hand right before it made contact and glared at the guy staring
down at him.


You’re drunk.” He tossed
his hand away and stood so quickly he almost winced at how hard his
dick had gotten. He stepped around Landon and struggled for
breath.


And horny.”

So much for breathing. The air was totally
gone from the room now. Mitchell turned slowly. “You should go find
Alex, then.”

Landon chuckled, but there
was no humor in it. “You know we broke up.” He took a step toward
Mitchell, who wanted to flee but
didn’t
want to show any weakness…no
matter how exhausted he’d been right up until Landon had walked in.
“Think of it as us helping each other out.” He smiled, and
Mitchell’s traitorous dick twitched.


I don’t need your
help.”

Landon lifted the sample in his hand and
sniffed it. “You sure about that? You’ve been working on your
super-secret personal lube for years. Maybe it’s time for human
trials.” He winked.

Mitchell ignored the fact that Landon held
his personally formulated lubricant. Knowing he wasn’t pissed the
sample was in someone else’s hands proved how flustered he was.
Under other circumstances he’d be freaking out because he’d fear
the person holding it hostage would either steal it or make fun of
him because of it. He’d worked for years creating his lube, and he
still hadn’t gotten the formula right. He didn’t know why something
that had really started out as a means to save money while
practicing his love of chemistry had turned out to be an obsession,
but it had. Whenever he’d had free time, he’d worked on it…and
loved conducting his own tests, which usually happened on a Friday
night with his favorite Internet porn site. He reluctantly told his
roommate about it one such Friday night when he’d come home early
and caught Mitchell in the middle of testing his latest batch.

Landon had joked it was a great way to save
money on condoms. But now his roommate wasn’t thinking clearly.
Mitchell knew it. Landon had never propositioned him in the two
years they’d been roommates or the three years they’d known each
other. Why? One glaring reason stood above all the others.


Did you forget you’re as
straight as an arrow?” He shifted and propped his hand on his hip,
feigning a relaxed stance. “Or are you so heartbroken over Alex
that you’ve sworn off all women after being with her?”

Landon’s eyes darkened briefly, but before
Mitchell could read him, he clutched his belt. Mitchell’s gaze shot
down and he watched helplessly as he slowly unfastened it. He
forced his eyes to shut as his dick throbbed in his jeans. Landon
was a fucking sex god. Mitchell knew it. He’d heard all about his
conquests, an unfortunate benefit to sharing a room with the guy.
But he was a breeder. Straight up.


Nope. She was too needy.”
The zipper being released rent the air. Mitchell’s heart hammered
in his chest. Then Landon shoved his hand inside the opening and
rubbed himself, and what little blood Mitchell had left circulating
rushed to fill his cock to bursting. “But not in the right area.
Know what I’m saying, man?”

Mitchell fought the urge to tackle him and
swallow his dick until he roared Mitchell’s name. If he didn’t know
Landon better, he’d think the guy was playing him. Why else would a
straight guy come on to him? “Fuck,” he breathed when he saw the
tip of Landon’s dick picking out of his boxer briefs.


No. Not that.” He forced
his gaze back up to Landon’s. The guy took a few steps back and sat
on his bed. He pushed his underwear down until his dick was
completely free and wrapped his hand around it.

Mitchell’s knees almost gave out.

Landon poured some of the contents onto his
cockhead and groaned. Mitchell moved, his legs working of their own
volition. Landon stroked his dick, and Mitchell stopped, knowing if
he got close enough to touch Landon, he’d push the man back and
take over.


No sex. Just a hand job.”
Landon said, groaning as he stroked his dick. “Shit, man, this
stuff feels good.” He squeezed his dick and looked at Mitchell.
“Come here.”

His mouth dried. He shook his head just
barely, his logical side marginally winning the internal battle
with his groin.


Now, Mitchell.” The
command was incredibly seductive…and so not helping Mitchell’s
resolve.


If I come over there and
do anything, you’re gonna kick my ass when you sober
up.”

Landon licked his lips and stroked his cock
again. “Don’t you wanna feel your lube on another test
subject?”

Hell yes, he did, but he wasn’t stupid
enough to say that.


I know you do, Mitchell.
Now come here.”


Landon, I don’t
think—”


Please,” Landon whispered,
the plea even sexier than the demand. Mitchell took the last
remaining steps to the bed. Landon grabbed his hand and pulled him
down beside him. This was fucking madness, but he was too caught up
to say that out loud.

The blond guy stared at him while he slowly
replaced the hand circling his dick with Mitchell’s, who didn’t
dare look down.


Haven’t you ever wanted to
touch a straight guy before?” Landon wrapped his hand around
Mitchell’s and forced him to stroke.


Jesus, Landon.” Mitchell
looked down and pushed the hand off his. He was going to let go,
but when Landon thrust his cock into his hand, Mitchell gripped him
instead. It was reflex, an instinct, to seize the hard cock of a
hot, willing man. He wasn’t strong enough to deny what was so
ingrained in him. He took a deep breath. “Every gay guy fantasizes
about showing a straight man how good they are in bed.” He moved
his hand from the base of Landon’s dick to the head. “It’s only
fucking natural,” he spat.


Holy shit, your hand’s
rough. That feels…that feels…
ugh
.” His head fell back on his
shoulders in a bid of surrender, his hips lifting to fuck
Mitchell’s hand.

His resolve shattered. He tightened his grip
and twisted as he stroked him in earnest. “You like that?”


Mmm-hmm. So this is a
fantasy of yours?” he panted.

Mitchell shouldn’t answer that question. He
knew he shouldn’t, but his sexual urges were controlling him now.
“Not exactly. Mine is to suck a straight guy off. I love to
swallow.”

Landon groaned as he shook his head. “Hand
only.”

Mitchell figured he’d respond that way. He
reasoned it was easier for a straight guy to ask for a hand job
because it was something a guy could do to himself. No man could
give himself a blowjob unless he was freakishly flexible. If he
only did to Landon what the man could do while alone, then maybe
that made it okay in his eyes. Not that Mitchell knew from personal
experience or even through stories from his friends. Oh no, this
was probably the closest he’d ever get to being physical with a
breeder. A hot-as-fuck breeder. A shiver ran down his spine,
straight to his balls, and he stroked a little faster, punishing
him for turning him on like this, trying to ignore his own aching
dick.


Christ, man, that feels
fucking good,” Landon ground out. His head lolled to the side and
he opened his eyes. “Faster.”


No. You want me to do it,
I’m gonna do it my way.” If he did it any faster, Landon wouldn’t
last ten seconds. Now that Mitchell had knocked over his good
intentions, he was in no hurry to end what was happening between
them.

Landon licked his lips, and Mitchell had to
shift to alleviate some of the discomfort in his hard-on at the
sight of that tongue. Christ, the man wasn’t even trying to be
sexy, and still temptation just oozed out of him. No wonder those
dimwitted broads fell all over themselves to get a piece of him. If
Mitchell were a chick, he’d lift up his skirt and beg the guy to
take him. Only he’d still want it up the ass.

Shit, he couldn’t think like that. As soon
as the guy blew, he’d have to rush into the bathroom and take care
of his own sexual need, and at this rate, he’d be lucky to make it
out of this without coming in his jeans.


Unzip your
pants.”

Mitchell’s gaze shot to his. “Why?” he
asked, but didn’t stop moving his hand up and down Landon’s
rod.

He bit his lip as he rocked his hips. “I
want to watch you jack off.”

Sweat broke out on his brow. He started to
protest, but his dick furiously overruled the words on his lips.
Instead, he fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans before
Landon could change his mind, but he watched his eyes to make sure
he was still on board with the idea while he continued to stroke
him. The next groan was Mitchell’s. He couldn’t keep it inside once
his cock was finally free.


Here,” Landon mumbled,
lifting up the cup containing the lube. Mitchell shot his hand out,
and Landon poured the rest into his palm.

Mitchell shifted into a more comfortable
position to able to stroke Landon while he pleasured himself.
Thankfully, he was used to masturbating left-handed because he
needed his right hand to control the mouse when he watched porn
online. The sigh that escaped his lips when he grabbed his needy
cock turned into low, groaning oath.

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